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Seventeen
written by: Denholm
category: Loss
I know you're dead, I saw your body
They puffed and wheezed you down the stairs
How undignified in your own house
Two sweaty strangers, trying to do their job
A final exit fit for no man.
We watched in sick silent void
You must be somewhere on this planet
amongst the teeming billions
I look when travelling, maybe Venice having coffee,
I check at airports, galleries or scanning crowds
I know you're somewhere
No one who means so much can leave forever.
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